Guy At Restaurant

Player of words

in which you know

you've already mastered.

Sitting Proudly.

Legs crossed, eyes open

3 course puzzle on your plate.

And you pick them out of your teeth

Watch them float down

Throwing them carefully

In neat arrangements

at near passerbys

leaving them captivated

by your false charm.

And in those dartful eyes

are things words can't describe.

What you try to define

Loses it's meaning

and your job

is no easier than mine

by Nicola Thoner

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